The sale of one million copies of "Devil Doctor" is very meaningful to Jin Wu and Jian Jing.

The former once again has a powerful writer who is so young and has a promising future. The latter, needless to say, is definitely a leap in "quality" and her worth is incomparable.

Kang Mucheng called her specially and asked, "Do you want me to hold a celebration party for you?" Jian Jing

didn't feel anything. After thinking about it, she said, "No."

A celebration party is nothing more than eating and drinking, and being praised by others. She really doesn't have much interest in it. Besides, the weather is so cold, wouldn't it be uncomfortable to stay at home?

Kang Mucheng didn't force it. When he was in the limelight, it was not a bad thing to be low-key.

He turned to ask another question: "Have you decided how to spend the money this time?"

Jian Jing: "...buy a house?"

"Want to move to a bigger one?"

"Investment."

"Very good, it's more stable to be conservative." Kang Mucheng said a name, "I'll let him keep an eye out for you if there is anyone suitable, and he will give you his phone number."

Jian Jing was once again impressed by his thoughtfulness, and she really had nothing to worry about: "Okay."

Kang Mucheng said again: "Since you don't want to celebrate, then I'll give you a gift."

"Why are you so polite?" She smiled, "It's not like I don't make money."

"I'm giving it to you, just take it." His tone was unquestionable, "It's a happy event, you should be happy."

Jian Jing was also curious: "What is it?" "

A small thing." Kang Mucheng didn't care.

Then the next day, Jian Jing received his small gift: a Cartier diamond bracelet. The stone is blingbling, very shiny, suitable for matching with dresses and attending various important occasions.

As expected of Mr. Kang.

Expensive but practical.

Jian Jing locked the bracelet in the safe.

At this moment, she didn't know that Kang Mucheng was not the only one who wanted to give her a gift.

After "Devil Doctor II" broke one million, it finally topped the bestseller list and the new book list, and began to dominate the list for more than a month.

The number of people who rated on Shuchong.com gradually increased, with praise and naturally slander. But this time, no matter how many people criticized, there was no one-sided situation as before.

Generally speaking, when it comes to the Devil Doctor, everyone's evaluation is generally good.

With this momentum, the first season of "Devil Doctor" is about to be released. Although Shao Meng, the lead actor in this drama, has disappeared from the public eye for a year or two, he has a solid fan base and a good reputation, and the audience generally has high expectations.

Director Huang also has his own considerations for choosing him. Shao Meng has been in the drama circle in recent years, and his acting skills have been further honed. What he lacks is a chance to return to the screen.

A drama like "Devil Doctor" is the most suitable for him to display his acting skills.

The promotion is in full swing, and the situation is very good. Shao Meng's fans are jubilant, which is very consistent with the atmosphere of the New Year.

The opposite is the book fans.

As we all know, whenever a book is adapted into a drama, there will be quarrels.

The imagination that words bring to readers is endless. With just a few strokes, a world that is either grand or exquisite can be outlined. After the live-action version, the imagination space is compressed, and all the romantic and magnificent parts are bluntly confronted in front of the eyes, which is easy to collapse.

This is an irreconcilable contradiction, and those who are interested do not want to reach a consensus.

The greater the controversy, the greater the heat, so why not do it?

With the instigation, the dispute is even more intense. It happened to be the Spring Festival. Whether it is students or adults, they all went home for vacation. They were idle anyway. The topic was only limited to the Spring Festival Gala and went hand in hand with other New Year's films.

Amidst the heated discussion, "Devil Doctor" was scheduled to be released on the third day of the Chinese New Year.

Jian Jing once didn't understand this. Would anyone really watch such a crime film on the Chinese New Year? Then she found that this world is very tough. There is no shortage of similar dramas in the New Year's Day New Year's films, and everyone accepts it well.

There is nothing to say.

She spent New Year's Eve at home in a dull manner, watching the Spring Festival Gala and eating hot pot. On the first day of the new year, she slept until noon, then got up to start writing the draft of her new book.

One day passed.

The second day of the new year repeated the day of the first day.

On the third day of the new year, Kang Mucheng called and asked her if she would go to sweep the graves of her parents this year.

Jian Jing: "..." She always remembered that her parents were well in her hometown, and subconsciously forgot that her parents in this world had both passed away.

However, since she came here, she must go. She declined Kang Mucheng's suggestion to accompany her, found the contract for purchasing the cemetery in the documents in the safe, checked the address, and went alone to sweep the graves of her parents.

The cemetery was very nice, newly cleaned, and someone had been cleaning it during the New Year.

She brought a bouquet of lilies to worship.

Knowing that her parents were living well in another world, Jian Jing did not indulge in grief. She stood quietly for a while and prepared to leave.

It was New Year's Day and there was almost no one in the cemetery. But when she returned through the layers of tombstones, she saw someone passing by her. She

felt a little strange and looked at him for a while.

The man was wearing a woolen hat and scarf, covering most of his face. When he saw her looking at him, he also looked at her. Jian Jing nodded politely. He stopped and said, "It's going to snow." His voice was muffled and distorted through the scarf. Jian Jing looked up and saw that it was indeed snowing lightly in the sky. She hesitated for a moment, said "goodbye", and trotted away. The man stared at her back for a while, until her figure disappeared, and then slowly walked to a tombstone. The lilies were bright and tempting. He reached out his hand, plucked off a petal, put it to his nose and smelled it, then smiled. On the back of his hand, there was a scar in the shape of the Chinese character "乄". On the third day of the Chinese New Year, Liu Baofeng returned to her villa. Half a month ago, the verdict of the Yuhui Villa case finally came out. She was sentenced to two years in prison and suspended for two years for the crime of manslaughter. Liu Baofeng did not appeal and accepted the verdict. Everything was over. She returned to the empty villa, feeling a sense of relief as if she had survived a disaster.

Finally, the man disappeared.

The man who had made a promise to her, but still betrayed her.

The man who had been in love with her, but she never wanted to look at him again.

He finally left her life.

Liu Baofeng felt relieved, as if she had done a big clean-up at home, and she was indescribably happy.

She called her daughter who was far away abroad and told her that all her father's shares would be inherited by her. She also called Mr. Qin's parents and told them the result of the case. The old couple trusted her very much. Although they were still sad, they advised her not to blame herself too much. No one could have thought that such an accident would happen.

Liu Baofeng was of course full of gratitude and promised to visit them after she was done with this.

Afterwards, she dealt with some backlogged work and was busy until late at night before going to bed. She

casually turned on the TV, and the ad on the screen was "Doctor Devil".

Simple and quiet.

Liu Baofeng saw a familiar name again and couldn't help but smile.

Yes, of course she remembered this girl. She was unexpectedly smart. Maybe she had guessed the truth behind Yuhui Villa early on.

So what.

There were many people who questioned her in the court. Where was the evidence?

There is no mind reading in the world. Who can tell whether someone has the intention to harm others?

The law requires evidence. Without evidence, she is still guilty of manslaughter.

Liu Baofeng never thought of a perfect crime, but just condoned it, waited, and pushed it. She was lucky. With her understanding of the man, she accurately took his life.

- Maybe someone will ask, why not get a divorce?

After more than 20 years of marriage, separation has nothing to do with feelings. The company's shares, the connections of both parties, the dignity of the daughter and the family, rather than tearing each other apart, losing face, and making the daughter sad, it is better to end it like this.

They are still a decent family, and the daughter will never know the dirty things her father did behind her back.

How great.

Liu Baofeng took calcium tablets and drank a glass of warm milk, and fell asleep sweetly.

At night, she seemed to feel someone lingering at the head of her bed.

Is it Qin Bowen?

Is he here for revenge?

Liu Baofeng thought, but she was not afraid. She pried open her eyelids and wanted to scold him contemptuously. He didn't win when he was alive, so what could he do after he died?

But when she tried hard to open her mouth, a pair of huge hands covered her mouth and nose.

The black gloves were extremely powerful and firmly imprisoned her on the bed.

Liu Baofeng suddenly woke up and struggled desperately. Her hand slowly reached for the bedside table and quickly stroked the weapon she could use.

"What a smart woman." His fingers stroked her cheek, and the rough glove fabric hurt her well-maintained skin. "What a pity, I want to give my little baby a gift."

In the thick darkness, the reflection of the blade stung Liu Baofeng's eyes.

Her pupils suddenly enlarged, and a "wuwu" sound came from her throat. Tears rushed to her eyes, and unspeakable fear gripped her heart.

Then... warm blood splashed onto her face.

She fell into a dizzy state that seemed like a dream, as if everything was a dream. The pain in her body had no time to be transmitted, and her consciousness had already fallen into the abyss.

Is this what is called gazing into the abyss ?

There is no answer, and the god of death has already arrived.

On the morning of the fourth day of the New Year, Jian Jing was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

She picked up the phone in a daze: "Hello?"

"Teacher Jian, are you home?" Ji Feng asked.

Jian Jing asked vaguely: "What's the matter?"

"Are you still sleeping? Wake up, Liu Baofeng is dead." He said.

The brain has not yet started working, and this slightly unfamiliar name has gone around twice before it evoked the corresponding memory. Jian Jing was confused and surprised: "She is dead? How did she die?"

Revenge of Mr. Qin's family?

However, Ji Feng thought about it this time before saying, "I'll be at your house in ten minutes and take you to the scene. We'll talk then."

Jian Jing was startled and completely sober: "You won't say I'm a suspect, will you?"

"No, no, things are a bit complicated. Anyway, you'll know when you get there." Ji Feng refused to say too much, "See you downstairs in your house in ten minutes."

Jian Jing had to get up in a hurry, wash up and go out.

The weather today was particularly cold, and the snow outside the car window was so white that the road conditions could not be seen clearly.

Jian Jing sat in the passenger seat wrapped in a down jacket, enduring the terrible smell of cigarettes in the car, and asked: "What's wrong with your car? It stinks."

"I picked up my colleague a few hours ago, and we smoked in the car for half a day." Ji Feng thought it was normal and rolled down the window. "I'm still okay. A colleague's car had blood all over the back seat, and it can't be washed off."

The cold wind blew in, blowing away the stuffy air in the car.

Jian Jing sobered up a little, took out the hot sandwich and hot coffee from her bag, and had to eat breakfast in the car because she was in a hurry.

Ji Feng: "Hey!"

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He: "I haven't had breakfast yet, give me half."

"What does it have to do with me if you don't eat?" Jian Jing bit hard, indifferent and ruthless.

"How heartless. I took a risk to bring you there this time, you should thank me." Ji Feng said.

Jian Jing glanced at him: "Why should I thank you?"

"This case is very special, you must be interested." Ji Feng deliberately kept it a secret, "Since I came to pick you up on a snowy day, give me half of it." Jian

Jing threw a rice ball to him, which was the leftover sushi from yesterday's Japanese meal, and heated it up to send him away.

"Thank you." Ji Feng was not picky about food, and swallowed it in three or two bites while waiting for the red light for half a minute.

The car drove to the crime scene with difficulty.